EMANCIPATE YOURSELVES FROM MENTAL SLAVERY, NONE BUT OUR SELVES CAN FREE OUR MINDS

Haruki Murakami (via hqlines)

 

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And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
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Antoine de Saint-Exupery (via thecalminside)

Pure logic is the ruin of the spirit.
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Huai Nan Tzu (via zentaku)

(via proletarianinstinct)

Death and life are looked on
As but transformations;
The myriad creation is all of a kind,
There is a kinship through all.
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Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)

(via not-cute--punk-rock)

You do not write your life with words. You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.
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nprfreshair:

John Darnielle of The Mountain Goats joins Fresh Air to talk about his new novel, Wolf in White Van, his dark adolescence, and the best part of his job: 

"I hang out and sign records for an hour or two hours every night and I like to hear as many people’s stories as I can, because if somebody wants to share their story with me, I want to honor that. … But if you’re hearing a bunch of [stories], it gets very intense. It’s a lot.

I feel a duty. … I really think there’s a lot of music you can use to heal and save yourself. It’s not like I have some magic power and I reached inside somebody and said, “Oh, you didn’t know this about yourself until I wrote this song.” That’s not true. What I did is I made a thing, and somebody who needed to find something found mine and chose to meet me out on that ground.

It’s this area of communication that is unique to music, I think. That’s a choice that the listener makes to share that part of themselves with the artist who hopefully shared part of himself. … It’s very intense to have those sorts of conversations, have people sharing stuff that may be a secret, but I try to be worthy of it. It’s an honor. I’ve worked a lot of jobs — this is the best one.”

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Robin Williams

Rest in Peace

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(Source: meduesa, via bobebop)

You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.
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Aristotle (via kushandwizdom)

 

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The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.
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Carl Sagan, Contact (via psych-facts)

You’re capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you’re not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we’ve found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.
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Nayyirah Waheed, ism  (via scumburg)

(Source: booksquoteslove, via thesilentandthehopeful)

'i love myself.'

the
quietest.
simplest.
most
powerful.
revolution.
ever.
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Marcus Aruelius (via psych-facts)

If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself but to your own estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke it at any time.
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 Pema Chödrön (via purplebuddhaproject)

There is a story of a woman running away from tigers. She runs and runs and the tigers are getting closer and closer. When she comes to the edge of a cliff, she sees some vines there, so she climbs down and holds on to the vines. Looking down, she sees that there are tigers below her as well. She then notices that a mouse is gnawing away at the vine to which she is clinging. She also sees a beautiful little bunch of strawberries close to her, growing out of a clump of grass. She looks up and she looks down. She looks at the mouse. Then she just takes a strawberry, puts it in her mouth, and enjoys it thoroughly. Tigers above, tigers below. This is actually the predicament that we are always in, in terms of our birth and death. Each moment is just what it is. It might be the only moment of our life; it might be the only strawberry we’ll ever eat. We could get depressed about it, or we could finally appreciate it and delight in the preciousness of every single moment of our life.
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